The first time Bucky meets Darcy, she’s wearing a grey t-shirt, and not much else. She’s standing in the kitchen, on the fourty-forth floor of the Avengers tower, at 3am, hissing as she burns her fingers trying to pry a charred bagel out from the confines of the toaster. 

She mutters to herself the whole while, and Bucky starts to back out of the room, hoping to slip away unnoticed, but it’s too late. She spins around, and drops the plate—as well as her impromptu pre-dawn snack—in surprise. The china smashes, and Bucky flinches, while Darcy stumbles backwards into the kitchen counter.

Bucky is about to stumble his way through an apology, when his gaze is drawn to the emblem on her t-shirt. It’s a red outline of a cartoon drawing of Thor. Underneath it, it says in brackets (the hammer is my penis) written in the same red as the drawing. He frowns, and Darcy smirks, relaxing so much so that she’s no longer holding on to the granite for dear life. 

"My eyes are up here, dude."

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magesmagesmages:

No wait, because she looks at the map that Steve was looking at and she IMMEDIATELY knows what he’s going to do and WHAT’S MORE she doesn’t run to him at say “You can’t Steve it’s too dangerous!” She runs to him and says “don’t be an idiot you can’t walk there LET ME HELP YOU STEAL A PLANE” and that is why Peggy is the best the end.

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crooked-queen:


[♕] au || steve and bucky as 007 and 008
“Pity. You’ve allowed Bond to convince you that there was never an Agent 008.”
"You’re telling me there was?"
"I’m telling you that there is a reason why Mr. Bond doesn’t sleep at night."

i.
Before it was Bond, it was Rogers. 
Squint well enough and that shaken martini in his palm will darken into a Bristol corner store’s best pop. [Second row to the left, Bucky used to brag. Third from the back is always where they keep the best one, kid.]
007 stirs his drink to the battered beat of an old song. Two seats down, another man pats his friend on the shoulder, boisterously calls, “Steve.” A clench, a sting. “Pal, how ya doing?”
007 smiles at the bartender, slaps down a fifty dollar bill, thinks, What’s the point of living if you’re so damn good at being a ghost? 
Everywhere he goes, the graveyard sings.
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crooked-queen:

[au || steve and bucky as 007 and 008

Pity. You’ve allowed Bond to convince you that there was never an Agent 008.”

"You’re telling me there was?"

"I’m telling you that there is a reason why Mr. Bond doesn’t sleep at night."

i.

Before it was Bond, it was Rogers.

Squint well enough and that shaken martini in his palm will darken into a Bristol corner store’s best pop. [Second row to the left, Bucky used to brag. Third from the back is always where they keep the best one, kid.]

007 stirs his drink to the battered beat of an old song. Two seats down, another man pats his friend on the shoulder, boisterously calls, “Steve.” A clench, a sting. “Pal, how ya doing?”

007 smiles at the bartender, slaps down a fifty dollar bill, thinks, What’s the point of living if you’re so damn good at being a ghost?

Everywhere he goes, the graveyard sings.

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